So Much Promise 

We're all suffused with promise. Indeed, promise is a blessing and a curse; a blessing that gives us permission - to try, to learn - shows us possibilities, validates our existence.

A curse that creates the burden of expectation.

I've been working on this tune for several months - at least a year, maybe more, actually. It's rounding into form, albeit grudgingly. Here's the first verse:  

A battered picture in my room 
The portrait of a young Marine 
Faded now to shades of gray - like so much promise 
His buttons polished 
I can just imagine how they shone like gold 
Buttons polished, how they must have shone

More to come.

We here at the House Of Strays wish you a pleasant week filled with promise. Please be kind to one another - we're all we've got.

Here's a tune about promise unfulfilled. Please enjoy "Rain Don't Follow The Plow" from Road Of Man

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